Write 4 Ten: Mouse

This is a little personal piece about how I feel at work...please be gentle...:)

The room was more silent than any mouse. She could make out the sound of people breathing, of their chests rising and falling, of their chairs squeaking, their footsteps muffled by the office carpet and she hated every second of it. All she wanted to do was to escape from the barrage of emptiness that was surrounding and smothering her like a thick blanket of smoke. Seeping into her pores and sapping her of any energy, enthusiasm or spark of life.

A hero lied in wait for her, many heroes. She could rely on them to lift her spirits, spark her imagination, make her smile and most of all take her away from this din of muted colleagues. She placed the large earphones onto her head, plugged them into the computers hard drive, pressed play and at once could breathe again. The music danced in her ears. Every cell in her body vibrated in response. Sat there at her desk, typing away and working, all she could hear were the sweet melodies, the deep resounding bass, the passionate violins, the thumping drums and the beat of her own heart.